Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.